Got an email from a gal who wanted to know if I had any time to “deforest her.” Silly girl. Doesn’t she realize I am the queen of deforestation?
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
Thoughts, stories, and insights from M.E. Nesser
Men often accompany their women in the room while I wax them. I don’t think all the guys motives are the same, but I don’t care one way or the other as long as they aren’t creepy. It’s not like they haven’t seen their woman’s junk before. But I got another interesting request not too long ago. One of the guys wanted to know how I felt about having one or two other couples in the room at the same time. And you wonder why I don’t teach grade school anymore?
When clients vacation in the winter, they will often wait a long time between waxes to make sure they remain totally hair-free throughout their trip. And since New York is so cold in the winter, it isn’t as imperative that we stay so impeccably groomed every month. One of my girls waited a really long time between waxes so she was perfect for Jamaica. The night before she came in for the wax, she had a dream that she had 6 inches of pubic hair which she was able to donate to locks of love.
I really think pubic hair is gross. It can harbor odor and all sorts of female gunk. And I’m happy to say that one of the reasons I am such a busy wax technician is due to the fact that I am not alone with my aversion to unwanted and unnecessary hair that grows between the legs. So when a woman told me she had waited way too long to see me and that not only was she mortified, she was nasified by her hair, I was totally in sync with her perfectly descriptive made up word.